Illustrated Mug of Lauren Harvey

Whatever souls are made of

Better left unsaid

Brontë’s writing taught me something of the all-consuming, destructive capacities of love. But it was through previous readers that I truly felt the power of a shared experience.
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Evening pages

Studying the looking glass

Quiet nights, wherever they might be, are best saved for my journaling, to reflect on and sum up the day, while mornings are best for more public forms of writing.
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Muscle memory

Studying the looking glass

I’m working on accepting change, and acknowledging that the past can remain the past and still be remembered in all its nuance and glory.
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A rose-tinted screen

Studying the looking glass

As principles of love change in cinema, I observe them changing in my own life, evolving from simplistic to nuanced, from that of a child to that of an adult.
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Crisis management

Studying the looking glass

Maybe post-pandemic life for the average person should be about carving time for small moments of joy, to treat it as a key moment of crisis rather than an episode to be forgotten.
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Accepting my female gaze

Studying the looking glass

As I become more aware of the art I consume, I’m beginning to see the manifestation of gender in the tiniest of ways.
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Scar tissue and all

Studying the looking glass

As I follow the band’s journey, I don’t think that the path to happiness is linear. I’m not even sure if happiness should be the destination. In his book, Kiedis said it best: “This is my story, scar tissue and all.” 
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In The Mood for Loneliness

Studying the looking glass

To watch Chow and Su’s love story in the midst of it all is a reminder of the fact that city life will always feel a little lonely — but to see my life reflected in film comforts my own peculiar urban loneliness.
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